Author: acescents

silver-boots:

steadfast:

vampireapologist:

You all, fools: *getting tattoos based on the ancient tattoos they find on bog mummies and the other ancient dead that for all you know will bind you to a forgotten god that now by all rights has a claim on your life for better or for worse*

Me, and intellectual: *doesnt fucking do that*

A forgotten god cannot run my life any worse than I am currently running it myself.

Bog mummy take the wheel

cleoselene:

lord-blongus:

scp2008:

amuzed1:

saito-91:

thenamesdiondra:

cynosurecosplay:

batter-sempai:

sueanoi:

pardonmewhileipanic:

bankuei:

meqabitch:

theryanproject:

futureblackpolitician:

cloacacarnage:

i know its the mets, but this is the coolest shit i’ve ever seen a human being do

Wtf????

Smoove with it too 

This is the kind of shit you see in anime that shows that a certain character is stronger than other characters. 

“Pathetic.  You can’t even hold the bat you dare step to the plate? Have you no respect for the sport?”

reminds me of this gif

Baseball players are to be feared

Reblogging for the last one

^Same for me

They just kept getting progressively more “woah”

much woah

Oh my god this is a lucky universe

every time this post comes around, my favorite part is the “I know it’s the Mets” qualifier at the beginning lmao like how baseball that this zillion note posts starts with “sorry for putting this hellteam on your dash, bUT”

officialunitedstates:

So of course I walked up to the front desk and asked to see the manager. When he showed up, I demanded to see the senior manager. After much discussion, the manager agreed to call up his superior, who drove on over to meet with me in their break room. 

“I want to see the owner,” I said, once the senior manager arrived.

The senior manager was obviously a bit angry.  She had just driven all across town to meet with me and now I was asking for her boss. 

“Fine,” she scoffed, wanting to get rid of me.

She left to make the call.  Yeah, some guy wants to see you out here and is refusing to talk to us…

So I take a seat in their break room to wait and even microwave myself some popcorn I spy on a shelf.  Pouring my popcorn into someone’s coffee cup, I sit down to eat my snack.  About an hour later the owner shows up.  He’s all sweaty and confused, thinking there’s some huge issue like the place burnt down or I’m suing them.

Coming over to me, he reaches over my popcorn coffee cup and shakes my hand while I’m still sitting there, trying to get a kernel out of my teeth.

“Uh, what can I help you with?” he says, weakly, afraid of me.

“Y’all hiring?”